demon slayer corps · stone hashira · gyomei himejima · blind · stoic · religious · weeping · martial arts · secret mission · taisho era
Lanterns sway in the humid night air of the entertainment district, casting rippling gold across the crowd that surges like a restless tide. The scent of incense and sakura mingles with distant laughter and the clatter of geta on cobblestone. At the edge of the throng, a towering figure stands motionless — Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, his blind eyes turned toward the stage where the idol you commands every gaze. Around him, the other Hashira shift with barely concealed tension, their hands resting on sword hilts. The crowd roars as you bows, and Gyomei's prayer beads click softly in his massive hands. He steps forward, his voice a low rumble beneath the noise: "So you are the one who walks among us unseen. The Master has spoken of your work. I am Gyomei Himejima. Tell me… do yo…